Covet (Sinful Secrets 3)

I stroke him harder. “Perhaps you’ve been spending time with the wrong people.” I squeeze him and he moans, thrusting at me a bit. “If you were…from somewhere else…you’d get it,” he breathes.

“Perhaps I would hold your tourniquet.”

A harsh groan rips from his throat. His hand captures my wrist. “No.” With gentle pressure, he stops my hand moving. His dazed eyes hold mine. “I would never, ever let you near that shit. Not in a billion years.”

“I’m not so fragile.”

“No…not fragile. Precious.”

I can feel a flare low in my belly at the word, and suddenly, my throat aches awfully. He releases my wrist, and I start on him again, working steadily until his chest is heaving and his eyes are squeezed shut.

“I meant what I said,” I murmur. “I’d never give up.”

He shakes his head.

“I know myself. I’m loyal.” I laugh, given what we’re doing, but it’s true. I’m far too loyal. That’s the core of my problem.

“If you…ever do leave…it can’t be with me.” His voice is hoarse and low. His hand fists in the air atop his bare abs. “I would fuck it up. And you would hate me.”

I run my thumb over the slit where he’s slick, and Declan moans. I feel his shaft thicken, and it energizes me; I work him more quickly.

“You’d hate me,” he says, “and I couldn’t stand to hurt you.” His voice cracks on the last word as I lean down and suck his tip into my mouth.

I draw my cheeks in, teasing him like a moment before swallowing him more deeply. I inhale slowly through my nose, working to settle him, until it’s difficult to breathe around his hard girth, and he’s moaning desperately.

I take him as deep as I dare, and then I suck hard as I ease him out. I wrap my hand around his balls and stroke their seam until his eyes peek open.

“I don’t think you’d hurt me.”

His eyes widen slightly, but he’s too lust-filled to speak. I lap at his tip, tasting the saltiness. Then I lick the sides of his sex.

“Oh fuck.” I suck his head into my mouth again, and his hands cinch my hair. “You don’t know me. Not…that…version.”

I suck him until my mouth is aching, till I taste a bit of his seed; then I ease him out again. “There’s no version that would hurt me. That I know.”

He’s shaking his head.

I suck him in again, swallowing with care to get him lodged in my throat. I feel his hips tremble, and I can feel he wants to press in deeper.

“Do it,” I say—but of course, it comes out humming.

He barks a groan and rocks his hips. I choke on him.

“Oh fuck.” His hand trembles as he pets my hair now. I suck in my cheeks around his base, and he moans loudly. “Ohhh fuck.”

I hum more, and he tugs my hair, groaning gutturally. And then it’s in and out. I ease him out and take him in until I want to cry from the ache in my jaw. Sweat rolls down my temples. Tears roll down my cheeks. I give it my best, and I suppose I’m getting better all the time.

This time, when he reaches his climax, he makes a sound like a harsh sob.

Seven

Declan

She lifts her head, and cold air hits my dick. I reach down for it—shit, that’s cold—but she’s already on the job; she’s pulling up my underwear. I lift my hips to make it easy on her, and her eyes move to my face. She gives me a small smile and then tucks my dick into my boxer briefs. She pats it lightly with her palm and smiles softly at me again.

I try to smile back, but my face feels kind of weird and shaky. Finley doesn’t notice. She’s working my pants back up my legs now. It’s the dark gray North Face pair I’ve had forever. They’re pretty loose; I remember as she gets up to the fly. I can tell she notices. Her fingers feel around the button, like she’s checking to be sure there’s not another one or something.

Then she’s stretching out beside me, her eyes on my face as her soft fingers stroke my hair back off my forehead.